Yet the others were apparently enjoying it, so she made valiant efforts to consume her own.
"Fine, isn't it ?" said Alla, with enthusiasm, "why, you're not eating any! You don't like it! Take this away, Sam, and bring Miss Fairfield some of the Tamale stuff." And then, the Rabbit was succeeded by a concoction so much worse, that Patty was appalled at the mere sight and odour of it.
"Oh, please," she said, hastily, "if I might be excused from eating anything tonight.

You see, the perfume of the incense burning is so unusual for me, that it makes me a little--er, headachy.

Don't think me a silly, will you ?" Patty's wheedlesome air won them all, and they took away the highly-spiced, and strongly-flavoured dish.

Then Blaney came with a small cup of thick, muddy-looking coffee.
"Just the thing for you," he declared, "set you up in a jiffy! Real Egyptian, no Turkish business.

Just the thing for you!" Patty gratefully accepted the coffee, but one taste was enough! It was thick with pulverized coffee grounds, it was sickishly sweet, and it was strong and black enough to please the blackest Egyptian who ever desired that brand.
"Thank you," she said, hastily handing the cup back.